Summary:

Raphael is vying for that top seat in heaven, and in doing so releases something that God had sealed away for good reason. On an unrelated hunt, Dean and Sam are hunting sirens who had congregated in the small town of Enlightenment. Could all these coincidences be related to the girl that Castiel had thrown into oblivion?

General Disclaimer:
Supernatural and all known characters are intellectual property belongs to Eric Kripke and Warner Brothers, because if I was Eric Kripke, why would I be writing fan-fiction. Seriously? I would so make it real.

Prologue

Authors note: I'm a bit rusty, so I apologise in advance.

Enlightenment, MASS-two days before

Night had long since surrendered to the rule of day. Raphael had found what his father had tried to hide so long ago. It was so…beautiful Raphael murmured to himself, as the last of the stones were removed from the seemingly endless pit. With a flick of his wrist, the Arch angel tugged the large iron sarcophagus upwards into the light. Intricately carved with his native language, spells that seal whatever was inside indefinitely. Oh, if Lucifer had found you…Raphael mused to himself as he lowered the coffin to the ground. We would be ruling this planet…not these maggots…

"What are you doing Raphael?" A feminine voice asked the Arch angel. Raphael turned to find his sister, the usually solitary Ariel. The weird thing about Ariel at this moment is that she was not wearing a meat-suit. It was one of the few that she had rigged up herself, because she maybe known as an Angel, but in actuality she was a goddess. The vessel itself was very dramatic. Long flowing trellises of black, partially obscuring her face, but the exposed pieces were of glowing ivory, her lips a brilliant red, sparkling in the shadows. She moved her hair out of her way to pierce Raphael to the depths of his mind. Known to have only been seen by Michael and Gabriel, she usually watched in silence, acting only on God's command. "Father put her here for a reason…little brother?" Raphael flinched at the mention that she was older than he was. She was the eldest of all of his siblings, even older than Michael. "You are meddling in things that you should not Raphael."

"Where have you been since all of these maggots have infested our home?" Raphael glared at his sister with utter contempt. "You can help me bring back Michael."

"And what?" Ariel answered. "Restart the Apocalypse?" she turned her attention to the sarcophagus that lay at her feet. "No, these humans may be flawed, but I see what father saw in them." Ariel touched the sarcophagus, and it burned red hot. "It does not warrant them death." It was Ariel's turn to scorn her younger brother. "I hope you can live with what you are about to do, little brother." And with that, Ariel left her brother in a swirl of autumn leaves. Raphael was fearful of what his sister had said. She wasn't known as the 'Lioness of God' for nothing. In silence, he pondered the warning as he traced the script with his finger. Was he making the right decision? Finally realizing that she properly knew what was in here, and the ability it had for utter devastation, he decided to do it. He gripped the lid and flung it away, narrowly missing one of his followers. Inside the sarcophagus was a shrouded corpse, dried by the hundreds of years untouched. In its spidery claws was a doll made of papyrus stalks. The doll stared at Raphael coldly. He stared back.

"I hope I do too." Raphael muttered to himself, answering the question posed by his older sister. He lent over the side of the sarcophagus and touched the corpse's forehead. It immediately gasped for breath and coughed. She began reforming, her muscle and skin materializing. Slowly, her body and face was recognizable and she smirked. "Welcome back to the land of the living." Raphael greeted.

"I'm glad to be back." The woman replied.